“So, you’re saying, he killed her?” asked Edward unable to believe.

“That’s exactly what I mean” replied Carlisle confident of his words.
”But how?”
”If he could control destiny, he would have saved her”.
”That’s impossible!” replied Edward ironically laughing, “When he asked me to kill him, he told me he was wrong, and he thought she won’t be dying…”
”He fooled you!”
”But why?”

“I guess you have to find it in his ‘last memoir’.”

“His last memoir” Edward repeated and then looked at the paper, “Where he would be hiding it?”

We looked for his last memoir in his room, we looked on every journal, but they all showed old dates, and none of them showed anything about her, or around the date of October 1934.

We tried to look in the main hall, or the other room that showed the history records, but there was no clue for the last memoir.

Later we went back to the basement again, and Edward suggested looking on the corners, perhaps we would be finding something. But we didn’t.

“What is that?” I said as I pointed at the bottom of Gabriel’s grave.
Alice noticed the gap I was pointing at, it wasn’t actually a gap; it was more like a small hole that looked like a border between the grave and the ground.

Edward followed Alice by trying to look inside it. He started removing the grave very slowly, until we saw a red small book.

Edward held it gently, “Yes” he said quietly, “it’s blood” and I noticed that the cover was all covered with dry blood.
Edward opened the journal, and starred at the first page.
”Is that also Arabic?” I asked.
”No, that’s Syriac “Edward replied.
Is that a language? For me, there was no difference; they all looked the same.

“He started by saying” Edward started translating, “that he once had a prediction for her death, further than that he knew nothing, he thought it was just prediction for the future, but the prediction was all over him, until finally it was clear to him it was a destiny he can’t change.
He tried ignoring it, he tried protecting her, he even left her for that, until she came back to him, and he saw that she would definitely die. The Morkans, his strongest enemies, were after her blood, or rather aiming to transform her and making her one of them. Anyway, there was no difference, he had to save her. He considered transforming her by himself, but he couldn’t, it was always a fault he possessed, whenever he transformed someone, he becomes his enemy, part of betrayal in his blood.